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5DNCHBERRY 

A  Camp  Fire  Girls  Play 

BY 

MARGARET  C.  GETCHELL 


Published  By 
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Copyright   191b       H^^ 
By  The  Camp  Fire  Outfitting  C< 


SPRUCE   CONE 

AND 

BUNCHBERRY 

A    PLAY    ABOUT   AN    UNPLEASANT    FAMILY    WHICH 

BECOMES   PLEASANT   WHEN   THE   CAMP    FIRE 

SPIRIT    ENTERS    THE    HOME 


TWELVE    CHARACTERS 
BY 

MARGARET  C  GETCHELL 


PUBLISHED  BY 

THE  CAMP  FIRE  OUTFITTING  CO. 

NEW  YORK  CITY 


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CAST 

(In  the  order  of  their  appearance) 

MRS.  SHUBAL  PINKHAM 

PELEG  PINKHAM* 

ELVIRA  PINKHAM 

MARTHA   PINKHAM 

MR.  SHUBAL  PINKHAM* 

ESTHER   WHITCOMB 

FIVE  OR  SIX  COUNTRY  GIRLS 

(*Thc  parts  of  Pelcg,  a  small  boy,  and  Shubal,  the  father, 
can  easily  be  taken  by  girls,} 

PLACE :  Acts  I  and  II — The  Pinkhani's  kitchen  or  dining 
room.  Act  3 — A  clearing  in  the  woods. 

TIME:     The  present. 

Several  weeks  elapse  between  the  first  and  the  second, 
and  between  the  second  and  the  third  acts. 

ACT  I. 

SCENE — Kitchen  or  dining  room  of  the  Pinkham's  farm. 
The  room  is  bare,  cluttered,  and  fairly  clean  but  dingy, 
On  the  table  is  piled  an  array  of  dilapidated  dishes 
ready  for  the  next  meal.  The  whole  is  shabby  and 
unattractive.  Mrs.  Pinkham  is  mending  a  pair  of 
overalls.  She  is  thin  and  tired  looking,  as  if  worn 
out  by  drudgery  and  worry.  Her  face  is  icithout 

animation  or  interest. 

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Mrs.  Pinkham,  going  to  door  and  calling  in  a  thin,  shrill 
voice:  Hurry  up  with  that  water,  Peleg;  it's  time 


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you  was  gittin'  to  your  chores. 

Enter  Peleg,   a  ~boy  of  twelve,   with  a  pail   of  ivater 

in  each  hand. 
PELEG,  sulkily:     Well,  I  can't  walk  more'n  just  so  fast 

when  I'm  luggin'  a  pail  of  water  in  each  hand.    There. 

(setting  them  down). 
MRS.  PINKHAM,  sitting  down  again:    Now  go  out  and  git 

some  more  wood. 

PELEG  :     I  got  to  git  the  cow  first. 
MRS.  PINKHAM :    No  you  haven't  got  to  git  the  cow  first. 

We've  got  to  have  the  wood  right  now. 
PELEG :    You  use  an  awful  sight  o'  wood.   Seems  as  though 

I  didn't  do  nothin'  but  chop  from  the  time  I  git  up 

in  the  niornin'  till  I  git  to  bed  at  night. 
MRS.  PINKHAM,  calling'.     Elviry !     Elviry !      (Exit  Peleg. 

Enter  Elvira,  a  sweet-looking  girl  of  thirteen.)     Elviry, 

you'll   hev'    to   git    supper   because    I've    got    to    patch 

your  Pa's  overalls  afore  he  comes  in.     Them  as  he  has 

on  aren't  fit  to  be  seen  if  he  goes  down  to  the  post 

office  tonight.     Now  hustle  up. 

ELVIRA:     Well,  what'll  I  git?     Goes  into  pantnj. 
MRS.  PINKHAM:     What  is  there  in  there? 
ELVIRA :     Nothin',  fur  as  I  can  see,  except  some  potatoes. 
MRS.  PINKHAM:     Any  bread? 
ELVIRA:     Half  a  loaf. 
MRS.  PINKHAM:     Well,  cook  up  enough  potatoes  to  fill 

up  the  children.     We'll  take  out  a  quart  of  milk  afore 

we  send  it  up  to  the  village. 

ELVIRA,  coming  "back :     Here's  a  can  of  tongue. 
MRS.  PINKHAM:     The  last  one,  isn't  it? 
ELVIRA :     Yes. 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  No,  we'll  save  that  and  hev'  it  the 
night  that  girl  from  the  city  gits  here.  Goodness 
knows,  I  don't  want  her,  but  if  she's  got  to  come, 

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we'll  give  her  one  square  meal  when  she  gits  here,  for 
she's  not  like  to  git  another. 

ELVIRA:     Say,  who  is  she,  anyway? 

MRS.  PINKHAM :  Lan'  knows ;  I  don't.  All  I  know  about 
her  is  that  your  pa  met  her  pa  down  at  the  horse 
races  at  the  county  fair.  They  got  pretty  chummy 
there  and  her  pa  told  how  he  was  a  widower  and  had 
this  one  daughter  who  hung  pretty  heavy  on  his  hands, 
particularly  in  the  summer  when  there  isn't  any  school, 
an'  how  she's  pinin'  to  get  up  in  the  country.  So  your 
pa  offered  to  take  her  for  the  summer. 

ELVIRA:     Didn't  he  tell  you? 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  Never  told  me  a  word  about  it  till 
this  inornin'.  Just  as  though  we  didn't  hev'  enough 
troubles  an'  enough  children  of  our  own  without  takin' 
in  other  peoples'  ! 

ELVIRA :     Where's   she  goin'   to  sleep? 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  Laii'  knows!  We  haven't  any  room 
for  her.  Guess  you'll  hev'  to  give  her  your  bed  and 
sleep  on  the  sofa.  I'll  take  Marthy  in  with  me. 

ELVIRA:    How  old  is  she? 

MRS.  PINKHAM:     Thirteen,  I  think. 

ELVIRA:     Say,   ma— 

MRS.  PINKHAM:     Yes— 

ELVIRA,  hesitating:  I  think  it  would  be  kind  of  nice  to 
have  a  girl  my  age  to  play  with.  I  haven't  ever  had 
any  one  livin'  within  two  miles. 

MRS.  PINKHAM,  putting  doicn  her  work:  That's  so,  El- 
viry,  you  don't  hev'  much  fun,  I  guess.  If  pa  made 
more  money  an'  didn't  throw  away  so  much,  perhaps 
I  could  look  to  it  that  you  had  more  time  for  fun. 
But  all  I  can  do  now  is  to  git  the  two  ends  to  meet 
with  all  of  you  helping,  an'  I'm  afraid  I  don't  paj* 
much  attention  to  anythin'  else. 

ELVIRA:     What's  her  name? 


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MRS.  PINKHAM:  Lan',  I  was  that  upset  with  her  coinin', 
I  didn't  take  no  account  of  her  name.  Rises,  puts  away 
work  basket,  and  lays  her  hand  half  affectionately 
on  El  r  Ira's  shoulder.  Now.  don't  set  yer  heart  too 
much  on  her,  Elviry.  She's  a  city  girl  an'  she  may 
be  too  stuck  up  to  play  with  you. 

ELVIRA:      Stuck   up?     Oh,    I   never  thought  of  that! 

Enter  Marthi/.  a  little  f/irl  of  nine,  vivacious  out  pouty. 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  Marthy.  if  this  girl  comes  up  from  the 
city,  you're  to  sleep  on  the  cot  in  my  room  and  Elviry 
on  the  sofa,  so  as  she  can  hev'  your  bed. 

MARTHA:  Oh  dear,  that's  the  most  comf'able  bed  there 
is  an'  I  don't  like  the  cot.  What  does  she  hev'  to  come 
for?  Nobody  wants  her.  And  I  hate  that  cot.  It's 
all  bumps. 

MRS.  PINKHAM  :  Well,  don't  begin  fretting  about  it  now. 
She  isn't  comin'  for  a  week,  an'  there  are  a  lot  o'  worse 
thin's  in  this  world  than  bumpy  cots. 

ELVIRA:  Besides,  she  may  be  real  nice — if  she  isn't 
stuck  up.  Enter  Mr.  I'inkham.  He  is  dressed  as  a 
farmer  and  wears  a  big  straw  hat  which  he  docs  not 
take  off.  Without  being  positirely  disagreeable,  he  is 
brusque  and  irritable.  Throughout  the  play  he  speaks 
with  a  drawl.  The  part  can.  easily  be  taken  by  a  girl. 

MR.  PINKHAM :  I  want  supper  right  off.  I'm  goin'  down 
t'  village. 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  What  you  goin' for?  Anything  special? 
Mr.  Pinkham  sits  without  answering.  Enter  Pclcg.  All 
sit  down  to  supper. 

ELVIRA,  putting  potatoes  on  table:  Pa,  what's  the  girl's 
name? 

MR.  PINKHAM:     What  girl's? 

ELVIRA:     Why,  the  girl  who's  comin'  here  to  board. 

MR.  PINKHAM,  spearing  a  potato  with  his  fork:  Whit- 
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ELVIRA :     Oh,  I  mean  her  first  name. 

MR.  PINKHAM :    I  dunno.    I've  got  a  letter  from  her  here. 

ELVIRA:     Oh,  let  me  read  it. 

He  hands  it  to  her. 
PELEG :    Read  it  out  loud  so's  we  c'n  see  what  she's  like. 

ELVIRA,  reading:  "My  dear  friends:  I  hope  you  don't 
mind  my  calling  you  that  because  we  will  be  friends 
so  soon.  I'm  writing  to  say  I'll  arrive  Tuesday  (day 
after  tomorrow)  at  7:35  P.  M." 

MRS.  PINKHAM:     Lan'  alive!     That's  tonight.     An'  she'll 

hev'  to  hev'  some  supper. 
MR.  PINKHAM:     No,  she  won't.     Go  ahead  and  read  the 

letter. 
ELVIRA :     "But  don't  wait  dinner  for  me,  because  father 

says  I'll  have  half  an  hour  at  Nashville  and  can  get 

some  there." 
PELEG :      Dinner !      Golly,    does   she    think    we   have   two 

dinners  a  day? 
MRS.  PINKHAM :     Mis'  Skinner  says  thet  lots  of  folks  in 

the  city  hev'  dinner  at  night  instead  of  at  noon. 
MARTHA :     Then  they  must    have  supper  at  noon,  if 

ELVIRA,  interrupting:  Let  me  finish  the  letter.  "I'm 
just  so  crazy  to  start  I  can  hardly  wait.  I've  never 
l)oon  to  the  country  at  all  except  to  the  park  and  on 
two  hikes  our  Camp  Fire  had.  You  see,  I'm  a  Camp 
Fire  girl  and  we  are  supposed  to  know  all  about  the 
country.  You'll  think  I'm  awfully  ignorant  because 
I  don't  know  the  names  of  hardly  any  flowers  or  birds. 
But  I  want  to  learn  a  lot  of  them  if  you  will  teach 
me."  Why,  I  don't  believe  I  know  many  myself. 

MR.  PINKHAM :  You  young  'uns  don't  hev  time  to  go 
moonin'  around  after  wild  flowers.  If  you  know  the 
weeds,  thet's  all  I  ask.  Josh  Jenkins  was  tellin'  me 
about  his  summer  boarders  t'other  day — rusticators  he 

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calls  'em.  He  says  they  go  out  with  spy  glasses  an' 
walkin'  canes,,  squintin'  around  the  grass,  an'  half  the 
time  they're  chasin'  his  chickens.  One  of  'em  come 
home  t'other  day  with  a  bunch  of  his  squash  blossoms 
to  decorate  the  table. 
Children  laugh. 

ELVIRA,  reading :  "Dad  says  you  live  very  plainly  and 
I  am  to  make  myself  useful.  I'll  be  awfully  glad  if 
you'll  let  me  help  with  the  housework." 

PELEG  :     Humph  !     She's  a  queer  critter  ! 

ELVIRA:  "You  see,  our  Camp  Fire  has  a  cooking  class, 
but  we  board,  so  I  never  get  a  chance  to  practice  any 
— except  in  a  chafing  dish.  So  everything  is  going  to 
be  fun.  Just  think,  only  one  more  day !  Till  then, 
sincerely  your  friend,  Esther  Whitcomb.  P.  S.  You 
can  tell  me  at  the  station  because  I'll  wear  a  blue  hat 
with  yellow  flowers  on  it." 

MR.  PINKHAM,  gruffly :  Well,  I  hope  she  finds  it  as  much 
of  a  lark  as  she  thinks  she  will.  Enter  Esther.  She 
stands  at  door  in  back  stage,  valise  in  hand,  face  glow 
ing  with  happiness  and  excitement.  No  one  sees  her.) 
We  c'n  give  her  all  the  housework  she  wants  an' 
I  hope  thet'll  satisfy  her  if  she  don't  git  anythin'  else. 

MRS.  PINKHAM :  You  hadn't  any  business  to  tell  her  t' 
come.  It's  deceivin',  thet's  what  I  say.  You've  made 
her  think  we've  a  fine  farm  an'  are  pinin'  away  for 
summer  boarders.  But  we  hevn't  a  farm  you  could 
call  more'n  decent,  an'  we  don't  want  any  boarders. 
We've  got  more'n  we  c'n  do  to  feed  our  own  children 
without  takin'  in  others. 

MR.  PINKHAM :    Wai',  there's  the  four  dollars  a  week— 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  Yes,  the  four  dollars  a  week,  but  I 
won't  see  any  of  it — 

Uxthcr's  radiant  face  has  fallen  as  she  listened.     She 
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has  quietly  (/one  outside  and  note  knocks.  Mrs.  I'ink- 
hatn  sto]>s  talk'nnj,  turns.  <ni<l  sees  Esther. 

ESTHER:     Is— Is  this  Mrs.   PinkhamV 

MRS.  PIXKIIAM,  cmlxinixxcd:     Yes. 

ESTHER:     I   am   Esther   Whitcomb. 

MR.  PINKHAM:  We  warn't  expectin'  you  till  the  seven 
thirty-five.  I  was  a-goin'  down  t'  meet  it. 

ESTHER :  Well,  you  see  I  found  I  could  get  an  earlier 
train  at  Nashville  and  (spenkiii;/  CHthuxhixtlcalli/)  I 
was  so  crazy  to  get  here  I  just  took  it,  but — but  I'm 
sorry  if  I  inconvenienced  you. 

MRS.  PINKHAM  :  Oh,  it  isn't  any  inconvenience  because 
Pa  hadn't  started  to  hitch  up. 

MR.  PINKHAM:    .Who'd  ye  git  t'  haul  ye  up  the  road? 

ESTHER :  Oh,  the  nicest  old  man !  He  said  he  was  going 
right  by  the  house.  He  lives  with  his  sister  and  his 
brother,  and  his  sister  has  a  big  flowt-r  garden  and 
he  puts  lots  of  her  flowers  in  tin  cans  so  she  can  keep 
them  in  the  house  all  winter.  They  have  two  bunnies 
and  a  cat  with  a  whole  lot  of  teeny-tiny  kitties. 

MR.  PINKHAM  :     Must  be  one  of  the  Leonard  boys. 

ESTHER:  Oh,  no;  this  was  an  old  man.  He  had  a  white 
beard  and  must  be  most  seventy. 

MR.  PINKHAM  :  That's  Joe.  Everybody  allus  called  Joe 
and  George  the  Leonard  boys  an'  I  callate  they  allus 
will,  because  they  don't  seem  likely  to  git  married  now. 

ESTHER :  He  asked  me  to  come  to  see  his  sister's  hy- 
dranga.  I'd  love  to  go,  because  he  seems  to  know  so 
much  about  everything. 

MR.  PINKHAM :  Wai,  I  never  heerd  much  'bout  Joe's 
knowledge,  but  he's  a  clever  ole  critter. 

ESTHER:     Clever? 

MR.  PINKHAM:  Why.  yes.  He's  good-natered  enough, 
if  he  isn't  very  smart.  Thet  yer  trunck  out  thar? 
(Esther  nods.)  I'll  go  haul  it  up.  E.rit. 

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MRS.  PINKHAM :    You  hev'n't  had  any  supper,  I  suppose? 

ESTHER :  No,  I  .didn't  have  any  time  at  Nashville.  It- 
It's  too  bad  I  didn't  wait,  but  they  said  I'd  get  here 
by  six  and  I  thought  that  would  be  in  plenty  of  time 
for  supper.  I — I'm  sorry  I  didn't  wait. 

MRS.  PINKHAM :  Oh,  we'll  get  you  some  soon  enough. 
Peleg,  take  that  bag  upstairs  so's  she  can  set  down  on 
that  chair. 

PELEG,  good-naturedly:     Sure. 

ESTHER :  Oh,  thank  you  so  much.  I  could  take  it  up 
myself,  but  I've  carried  it  all  day  and  I'm  so  tired. 
Exit  Pelcg  with  valise.  Children  have  l)een  standing 
about  staring  airkicardly.  They  seem  rather  pleased 
than  otherwise  with  their  inspection. 

MRS.  PINKHAM :  Martliy,  you  peal  a  couple  of  those 
potatoes  an'  put  'em  on  to  b'il,  while  I  go  make  up  a 
bed. 

Exit  Mrs.  Pinkham.  Esther  sits  down  at  table  and 
pushes  apart  dishes,  making  a  place  for  herself  in  the 
clutter.  She  is  trying  hard  to  keep  a  stiff  upper  Up. 
Elvira  stands  by,  toying  a  spoon. 

ELVIRA,  bashfully :  I'm  awful  glad  you've  come.  It  will 
be  lots  of  fun  to  have  some  one  to  play  with. 

ESTHER:     Oh,  that's  so  nice  of  you. 

MARTHA:     Why,   you  aren't  crying,   are  you? 

ESTHER,    wiping   her   ei/cs:      Oh   dear,    was    I?     Well,    I 
didn't  mean  to.     But  I'm  awfully  tired.     And  it's  so 
good  to  have  some  one  want  me. 
Baby  cries — if  possible. 

MRS.    PINKHAM   from    outside :      Martliy,    come    up    and 
put  baby  to  bed. 
Exit   Martini. 

ESTHER:  Oh,  there's  a  baby,  how  lovely!  I  just  love 
to  play  with  babies,  although  I  don't  know  much  about 


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taking  care  of  them.     But  I'd  like  to  learn,  for  Camp 
Fire,  you  know. 

ELVIRA:     Well,  I  can  teach  you  that  all  right.     I've  had 

three  of  them  to  help  with. 
ESTHER,    icith   her  farmer  cnthuxiuxm  :     Oh,  that  will  be 

great.     We'll  begin  tomorrow. 

Esther  picks  up  glass  of  milk  ichich  Elvira  has  poured 

out  for  her. 
MRS.   PINKHAM.  from   above:     And   Elviry.  get  out  that 

can  of  potted  tongue. 

CURTAIN 

ACT    II. 

SCENE:  Xante  room  as  Act  /,  but  it  hax  changed  its  dingii 
appearance  for  a  cheerful,  homeii  look.  There  are  wild 
fltnrcrx  on-  the  table  and  mantle,  and  a  far  bright 
calendar  picture*  on  the  trail.  The  xide  table  is  cor- 
<  red  trith  neir  oil  cloth,  and  the  chairx  xccm  to  have 
been  *ct  in  places  trhich  belong  to  them  instead  of 
baring  been  left  trhere  thei/  trcrc  taut  uxcd.  Martha 
in  ir<ixhing  dixhctt.  putting  them  into  the  cupboard  in 
stead  of  learing  thon  strctnt  about  until  the  uc.rt  meal. 
Her  hair  is  more  bccotningltf  arranged  and  site  hax  a 
cleaner,  spruccr  look.  The  same  is  true  of  Elvira,  u'ho 
/*  brushing  up  the  floor.  Then  .arc  ringing  a  Camp  Fire 
nong  in  parts  as  the  curtain  ri*<x. 

TIME:     Xeru-til  ireeks  biter. 

MARTHA :  You  know,  I  don't  mind  washing  dishes  half 
;:s  much  as  I  used  to.  I  s'pose  it's  because  I  know 
I'll  get  an  honor  for  it,  if  I  wash  them  for  two  months. 
Funny  how  much  difference  it  makes ! 

ELVIRA:  It  all  depends  on  how  you  go  at  it.  Now, 
Esther  seems  to  take  work  like  as  if  it  were  a  big  game. 

MARTHA :  Well,  it  is  to  her.  Wonder  if  she'd  keep  it 
up  all  the  year  around. 

ELVIRA :  I  guess  so.  The  harder  she  tackles  a  job,  the 

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more  she  likes  it.    I  don't  believe  she  could  get  grouchy 

an'  fuss  over  it  the  way  we  used  to  do.    Doft't  believe 

we  could  either,  now. 
MARTHA :      Course   we    couldn't.      It's    a    waste   of   time. 

Where's  Esther  now? 

Elvira   puts   away    broom   and   sits    down   with   work 

basket  and  Peleg's  overalls. 
ELVIRA:      She's   upstairs   with   baby.     If  she  takes   care 

of  him   an   hour   every   day   this   month,    she'll   get   a 

home  craft  honor. 
MARTHA :     That's  a   flame   colored   one   like  for   washin' 

dishes,  isn't  it? 
ELVIRA :      Yes,    she   made    some    awful    pretty    ones    this 

inornin'  out  of  bunch  berries. 
MARTHA:     For  the  Ian'  sakes,  Elviry,   what  ails  you  to 

be  patchin'  those  overalls  when  they  haven't  any  holes 

in  'em ! 
ELVIRA,  holding  them  up  to  light:     Well,  look  how  thin 

they  are.    They'll  go  right  through  the  next  time  Peleg 

wears   'em,   an'   that'll   mean   a   big  job   to   patch   'em 

on  the  right  side.     So  I'm  puttin'  a  piece  underneath 

to  save  nine  stitches.     I'm  goin'  to  save  enough  "nines" 

for  a  hand  craft  honor.     Esther's  made  some  out  of 

the  little  green  cones  on  the  spruce  trees.     I  want  all 

the  colors  on  my  necklace. 

Enter  Esther  dressed  in  sunbonnct  and  pinafore.     She 

is  as  happi/  as  when  we  first  saw  her  on  her  appearance 

at  the  door. 

ESTHER,  excited  :     I've  got  a  surprise  ! 
ELVIRA:     Have  you,   really? 
MARTHA:     What  is  it? 

ESTHER :  I  met  Mr.  Joe  when  I  was  out  with  baby,  and 
he  and  Mr.  George  are  crazy  about  coming  to  the 
picnic  and  they're  going  to  bring — guess  what  they're 
going  to  bring. 

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MARTHA :     Peanuts. 

ESTHER:     No;  bigger'n  peanuts. 

ELVIRA :    Plums. 

ESTHER:     Bigger'n  plums. 

MARTHA :     Peaches. 

ESTHER :    Bigger'n  peaches. 

ELVIRA:    Oh,  I  know;  a  pineapple. 

ESTHER:     Bigger'n  a  pineapple. 

MARTHA:     I  dunno  anythin'  bigger'n  a  pineapple,  unless 

it's  a  squash. 

ESTHER  :     No ;  a  watermelon,  of  course. 
ELVIRA:      A   watermelon? 
MARTHA:     A  whole  watermelon? 

ESTHER  :•  Yes,  a  whole  one  and  the  very  biggest  one  he 
could  get  at  the  store.  He  was  taking  it  home  in  a 
wheelbarrow.  He  wasn't  going  to  tell  me,  but  he  says 
I  eyed  it  'spuriously.  I  don't  believe  I  did  at  all,  but 
he  just  couldn't  keep  the  secret.  The  watermelon's 
so  big  we  can't  ever  eat  half  of  it.  Begins  to  dust. 

MARTHA:     You  never  saw  Peleg  put  away  watermelon. 

He  won't  leave  anythin'  but  the  seeds. 
ESTHER :    We  can  have  a  battle  with  the  seeds. 
ELVIRA :     No,   I'll  tell  you  what  we  can  do  with  them. 

They  dry  out  kind  of  brownish  and  we  can  save  them 

for  camp  craft  honors. 

ESTHER:  Speaking  of  honors,  I  can't  find  anything  for 
nature  lore  except  blueberries  and  they  shrivel  right 
up.  Isn't  it  funny  that  with  all  the  green  and  yellow 
in  nature  there  doesn't  seem  to  be  any  straight  blue? 

ELVIRA :     We'll  have  to  use  blueberries  and   string  'em 

over  every  time  we  have  a  meetin'. 
MARTHA:     It's   too   bad   we   can't  have   real  beads   like 

they  have  in  the  city. 

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ESTHER:  Oh,  it  doesn't  make  much  difference.  They're 
only  symbols  anyway.  It  isn't  what  they  are,  but  the 
things  we  do  that  they  stand  for  that  counts.  And 
nothing  could  be  nicer  for  a  Camp  Fire  in  this  lovely 
country  than  spruce  cone  and  bunchberry. 
Enter  Peleg  with  tird-home  lie  has  made. 

PELEG:  There,  how's  that  for  the  birds?  Isn't  that 
pretty  squeejunk?  Girls  are  delighted. 

MARTHA,  dancing  around  it :     Oh,  it's  perfectly  fine ! 

ESTHER  :     It's  just  dandy  ! 

ELVIRA:     The  birds  will  love  it. 

PELEG  :     I  read  in  a  book  how  you  should  leave  it  out 
all  winter,  'cause  that's  when  the  birds  can't  find  any 
grub.  And  Pa  taught  me  the  sixth  kind  of  cow  today,  so 
there's  another  honor. 
(Exit  Elrira  with   overalls.) 

MARTHA :  I  never  thought  he  knew  so  much  about  ani 
mals  an'  flowers  an'  things.  Sunday  afternoon  in  the 
woods  he  taught  me  to  tell  nine  different  kinds  of 
trees  by  their  bark. 

PELEG  :  He  does  know  a  lot.  Why,  we  had  as  much  fun 
as  two  boys  tramping  around  after  the  picnic.  He  says 
he  used  to  like  to  go  pokin'  around  outdoors,  but  he'd 
got  out  of  the  way  of  it  now  an'  had  almost  forgotten 
there  was  anythin'  grown'  on  the  farm  except  garden 
truck.  I  wish  your  book  could  have  more  honors  that 
/  could  win.  (Exit  Martha.) 

ESTHER:  Oh,  Peleg,  I  meant  to  tell  you  the  very  first 
thing  when  you  came  in — I  had  a  letter  from  our  Camp 
Fire  guardian  at  home  and  she's  going  to  send  you  a 
real  boy  scout  book. 

PELEG,   throwing  up   his  cap :     Hoorah ! 

ESTHER:  I  suppose  you  really  ought  not  to  belong  to 
our  Camp  Fire,  nor  Martha  either.  She  ought  to  be 
a  blue  bird.  But  as  long  as  there  aren't  any  boy 

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scouts  or  blue  birds,  and  our's  isn't  a  real  Camp  Fire, 
anyway,  I  guess  it's  all  right. 
Enter  Mr.  Pinkham. 

MR.   PINKHAM:     Better  lay  in  some  more  wood,  Peleg; 

it  looks  over'n  the  east  as  though  we'd  git  some  rain 

afore  mornin'. 
PELEG:     All  right.     E.rit. 
ESTHER:     Oh.  you  don't  think  it  will  rain  for  the  picnic 

tomorrow,  do  you? 
MR.  PINKHAM:     Wai.  it  might,  an'  then  agin'  it  mightn't. 

It's  blowin'  like  old  Sam  Hill  out  t'other  side  the  barn. 
ESTHER:     Oh,   I  hope  it  doesn't  rain.     Mr.   Joe  and   Mr. 

George  are  going  too. 
MR.  PINKHAM :     The  Leonard  b'ys  on  a  picnic !     Wai,  I'll 

be  swan  !     You'll  be  askin'  me  to  go  'long  next,  I  sup 
pose. 
ESTHER:     Ask  you?     Why.   of  course,  you're  going.     We 

couldn't  think  of  having  a  picnic  without  you. 
MR.  PINKHAM  :     You  couldn't !     Sho' ! 
ESTHER  :     And  besides,  you're  teaching  Martha  and  Peleg 

all  sorts  of  things  and  I  want  to  get  some  more  honors, 

too. 
MR.  PINKHAM  :     You'll  be  settin'  me  to  work  for  honors, 

ef  I  don't   look  out  for  you. 
ESTHER:      Oh.    v.uld   you   like   to   belong?     Well,    we've 

Peleg  and  Martha  so  we  might  as  well  have  you.     Of 

course   our  ('amp   Fire   isn't   real,   so   we   can   take   in 

everybody.      (Taking    down    Camp    Fire    book.)      Now, 

I'll  find  you  j;n  honor  to  work  for.     What  color  do  you 

want? 

MR.   PINKHAM.  tinuixt-d:     Oh.  I  dunno. 
ESTHER:     You   must   know   what   is   your   favorite   color. 
MR.   PINKHAM:     Wai.   yellar. 

ESTHER:     All  right.     That  is  for  business  honors.     Let's 

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see — ''Regular  position — save  10%  of  allowance — be  'on 
time  for  business — attend  a  class  or  lecture."  There 
don't  seem  to  be  any  here  that  fit.  Oh,  here's  one : 
"Keep  a  bank  account  for  three  months;  draw  checks, 
endorse  checks,  make  deposits  and  balance  check  book 
with  bank  book  each  month."  Oh,  that  will  be  fine ! 

MR.  PINKHAM :  Sho' !  I  don't  hev'  any  bank  account. 
I  spend  my  money  'bout  as  quick  as  I  c'n  git  it.  If  I 
ever  hev'  any  left  over  in  the  spring,  I  put  it  away 
in  a  tin  box  agin'  a  rainy  day. 

ESTHER :  Oh,  then  I  know  just  the  thing !  Keep  a  cash 
account.  That  will  do  just  as  well  as  long  as  you 
don't  have  banks  in  the  country.  Or  do  you  keep  a 
cash  account  already? 

MR.   PINKHAM:     No,    I   don't. 

ESTHER:  That's  good.  It'll  be  such  fun  to  start.  Our 
guardian  showed  me  how  to  last  year  and  it  looks 
awfully  pretty.  You  have  to  have  two  pens  and  red 
ink  and  black  ink.  Then  you  rule  down  and  put  your 
debits  in  black  ink  and  your  credits  in  red.  Here's 
a  blank  book  of  mine  that's  half  empty.  Puts  book 
before  him  on  table. 

MR.  PINKHAM :  You  mean  I've  got  to  put  down  there 
every  time  I  buy  a  chug  o'  tobaccy  or  treat  the  boys 
up  t'  the  village?  (Esther  nods.)  Wai,  I  dunno's  I 
like  thet.  Ma  says  I  spend  money  kinder  senseless, 
and  I  dunno's  I  want  t'  see  it  down  in  black  an'  white. 

JBSTHER :  Oh,  but  you  can  spend  just  as  much.  It's 
only  that  you  have  to  put  it  down. 

MR.  PINKHAM:     An'  what  do  I  git  for  all  thet  work? 

ESTHER :  I'm  going  to  make  business  honors  out  of  corn 
— the  kind  that,  has  the  big  yellow  kernels,  you  know, 

MR.  PINKHAM :  Wai,  ye're  the  queerest  young  'un  I  ever 
laid  eyes  on.  All  that  work  for  a  kerual  of  corn  an' 
I  got  a  whole  bin  full  out  in  the  corn  house. 

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ESTHER,  anxiously :     But  you'll  do  it,  won't  you? 

MR.   PIXKHAM:     I  callate  I'll  have  to  to  keep  peace  in 

the  family. 
ESTHER,  lending  over  his  book:     Oh,  goodie!     Now  take 

that  ruler  and  draw  a  line  from  here — to  here.     No, 

you'll  have  to  hold  the  ruler  this  way  or  it  will  blot. 

Enter  Mrs.  Pinkham  with  a  bag  of  stockings. 
MRS.   PINKHAM:     For  the  Ian'  sakes,   Shubal,  what  are 

you  doin'  with  that  note  book?    You  aren't  settin'  him 

to  keepin*  a  diary,  are  you,  Esthy? 
MR.    PINKHAM,    ,v/Krp/*/iJj/ :      Wai,    not    exactly.      I'm    a 

candidate  for  this  y'er  club  of  her'n. 
ESTHER  :     Yes,  and  if  you  would  be  one,  too,  we  would 

have  a  regular  family  Camp  Fire.     Wouldn't  that  be 

fun?     Oh,  Mrs.  Pinkham,  I  have  a  perfectly  splendid 

scheme  !     You  can  be  guardian  ! 
MR.  PINKHAM:     I  reckon  you'll  her'  the  Leonard  b'ys  in 

next. 
.ESTHER:     Why,  that's  a  dandy  idea,  too,  Mr.  Pinkham. 

We'll  ask  them  at  the  picnic.     They  could  get  all  the 

nature  lore  honors,  because  they  know  just  everything 

about  birds  and  flowers  and  animals.     Shall  we  show 

Mrs.    Pinkham — 
MR.   PIXKHAM:     Wai.  I'm  'fraid  I'll  Lev'  to  be  moggin' 

along  ef  I'm  goin'  to  git  my  spuds  dug  afore  sundown. 
ESTHER  :     All   right,   we'll  go  on  after   supper.     I'll  get 

the  girls   now  and   tell  them   about   the  family   Camp 

Fire  and  the  guardian.     I  know  they'll  be  crazy  about 

it.     E.rit,  running. 
MR.  PIXKHAM:     Wai,  want-know!     What'll  she  be  up  to 

next? 
MRS.  PIXKHAM:     I'm  sure  I  don't  know.     Isn't  she  the 

greatest  young  'un? 
MR.   PIXKHAM:   Let  me  tell  you  right  now,  that  critter 

isn't  nobody's  fool ! 

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Mr.  Pinkham.  Mrs.  rinkham  has  sat  clown  and 
is  darning  stockings.  Esther,  Martha  and  Elvira  run 
in  <tnd  sit  down  on  the  floor  around  her. 

ESTHER,   making  Indian  sign  for  hail:     Hail,   guardian! 

MRS.  PINKHAM :    Oh,  I  don't  believe  I  could  be  guardian. 

ELVIRA,    disappointed:     Oh,    why   not,   Ma? 

MRS.  PINKHAM :  Well,  I'm  not  much  of  a  hand  at  clubs 
an'  sech  things,  an'  I  wouldn't  know  what  to  do. 

MARTHA :  Oh,  it's  all  in  Esther's  book.  And  you  want  to, 
don't  you,  Ma? 

MRS.  PINKHAM :     Why,  yes,  of  course— 

ESTHER:  Then  that  is  settled.  Now  the  next  thing  to 
do  is  to  get  names. 

MARTHA:  What's  the  matter  with  the  ones  we've  got? 
Aren't  they  good  enough? 

ESTHER :  Oh,  no ;  we  each  have  to  have  an  Indian  name 
with  a  meaning  that  fits  us  'specially. 

ELVIRA:     Where  can  we  get  'em? 

ESTHER:     In  books  on  Indian  lore. 

MARTHA:     But  we  haven't  any. 

ELVIRA :     An'  I  don't  see  how  we  can  get  any. 

ESTHER:     Well,  we'll  have  to  find  some  way. 

MRS.  PINKHAM :     I  know"  where  there  may  be  some. 

ALL:      Where? 

MRS.  PINKHAM:     In  Hiawatha. 

ESTHER:     Oh,   that  would  be  splendid! 

MARTHA:     But  we  haven't  any  Hiaicatha. 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  Yes,  we  have.  It's  in  that  book  of 
Longfellow  in  the  front  parlor,  Marthy.  Martha  runs 
out  for  it.  Your  pa  an'  I  used  to  read  it  on  winter 
evenin's  when  we  were  first  married.  But  we  got 
all  out  of  the  notion  of  it  when  things  began  goin' 
harder  an'  we  had  bad  luck  with  the  crops  for  sech 

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a  spell.     I  allus  kind  o'  liked  poetry. 

Enter  Martha  irith  the  book,  and  gives  it  to  Mrs.  Pink- 

ham. 
MRS.    PIXKHAM:      Here's   Hiawatha.      I    can    open    right 

to  it,  though  I  haven't  had  the  book  in  my  hands  for 

nijrh  unto  ten  years. 
ESTHER :     Now,  you  read  aloud,  and  we'll  stop  you  when 

we  get  to  a  name  we  like. 
MRS.   PINKHAM:     Oh,   I  can't  do  that.     I   haven't  read 

aloud  sence  Marthy  was  a  little  tot  so  high.     An'  I 

hev'  to  get  the  stockin's  darned  before  supper  time. 
ESTHER :     Oh,   we   can   do   the   stockings   in   no   time   at 

all.     Here  Marthy.     Laughing  and  tossing  her  a  hand 
ful  of  stockings. 
MARTHA:     All  right. 

a  iris  all  thread  needles  and  go  to  irork.    Mrs.  Pinkham 

takes  up  book  again. 
MRS.    PINKHAM,    looking    doirn    into    Esther's    laughing 

face :     I  have  a  name  for  you,  Esther,  before  I  start. 

Minnehaha — for   laughing   water. 

CURTAIN 
ACT  III. 

SCENE :  A  clearing  in  the  icoods.  Esther,  Elvira  and 
Martha  arc  laying  camp  fire.  Esther  and  Elvira  wear 
Camp  Fire  costumes.  (If  impossible  to  have  the  out 
door  scenery,  the  act  can  be  laid,  though  less  effectively, 
around  the  fire  place  in  the  Pinkhams'  front  parlor.) 

TIME  :     Several  weeks  later. 

ESTHER:  Isn't  it  wonderful  to  think  that  we  are  start 
ing  a  real  Camp  Fire  group.  Who  would  have  thought 
that  all  the  girls  in  the  neighborhood  would  get  in 
terested  in  our  play  Camp  Fire,  and  that  it  would 
grow  into  this?  I  am  so  tickled  to  think  that  I  can  be 
here  for  the  first  council  fire. 

ELVIRA :  So  am  I.  I  never  could  manage  it  without  you. 

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ESTHER :  Oh,  yes,  you  could.  I  think  you  know  more 
about  it  now  than  I  do.  And  your  mother  is  a  per 
fectly  splendid  guardian.  She  is  just  as  enthusiastic 
about  every  plan  as  any  of  us  are. 

MARTHA:  I  met  Jane  Siinpkins  up  t'  the  village  this 
mornin',  and  she  is  goin'  to  belong  too.  She  says 
she  won't  mind  walkin'  the  three  miles  each  time  for 
the  meetin's.  Isn't  that  fine? 

ESTHER,  putting  her  arm  around  Martha :  You're  a  per 
fect  peach,  Marthy,  to  be  so  enthusiastic  when  you 
can't  belong.  But  remember,  you  are  our  blue  bird 
and  you  can  come  to  all  the  picnics  and  everything 
that  is  allowed. 

MARTHA :  Oh,  never  mind.  It  won't  be  very  long  before 
I'm  twelve.  I'm  most  nine  an'  three  quarters  now. 

ELVIRA :     Here's  our  guardian  now. 
Enter  Mrs.  Pinkham. 

MRS.  PINKHAM:  The  girls  are  waiting.  You'd  better 
go  get  them. 

Exeunt  girls.  After  a  minute  Esther,  Elvira  and  five 
or  six  other  girls  file  in  slowly,  dressed  in  Camp  Fire 
costumes.  They  and  the  guardian  make  the  hand  sign 
of  fire,  and  from  now  on  perform  the  Camp  Fire 
ceremony  in  the  regulation  way.  They  use  their  own 
ceremonial  names  as  the  most  appropriate,  except 
Esther  (Minnehaha)  and  Elvira  (Nevadada,  sweet 
singer,  from  Hiawatha).  Esther  lights  the  fire.  It 
can  be  made  ~by  a  red  electric  T)ulb,  if  the  house  is 
wired.  Flash  the  current  on  and  off  to  make  fire 
flicker.  While  Esther  lights  fire,  girls  sing:  Burn, 
Fire,  Burn. 

ALL:     "O  Fire! 

Long  years  ago  when  our  fathers  fought  with  great  animals 

you  were  their  protection. 
From  the  cruel  cold  of  winter,  you  saved  them. 

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When   they  needed   food   you   changed    the    flesh   of  beasts 

into  savory  meat  for  them. 
Durin.ir    all    the    ages    your    mysterious    flame    has    been    a 

symbol   to  them   for   Spirit. 
So     (tonight)     we    light    our    lire    in    remembrance    of    the 

(Jreat   Spirit   who  gave  you  to  us.'' 

MRS.  PIXKHAM,  llghtina  taper  a  ml  handing  it  to  El  rim  : 
Nevadada.  will  you  light  the  light  of  work'.' 

ELVIRA,  ha  ring  stepped  to  center  of  circle  and  knelt  on 
one  knee:  "I  light  the  light  of  work,  for  AYohelo 
means  work." 

"We  glorify  work,  because  through  work  we  are  free. 
We  work  to  win.  to  conquer,  to  be  masters. 
We  work   for  the  joy  of  the  working,  and   because  we 

are  free. 

AVohelo  means  work." 

N//r  handx  1<iper  to  Mrs.  rinkham  who  gil'CS  it  to 
another  girl. 

MRS.   ri.XKHA.M  —(ceremonial  name}  :  Will 

you  light  the   light  of  health? 

GIRL :  "I  light  the  light  of  health,  for  Wonelo  means 
health."  Stepping  fonrard,  etc, 

We  hold  on  to  health,  because  through  health  we  serve 
and  are  happy.  In  caring  for  the  health  and  beauty 
of  our  persons  we  are  caring  for  the  very  shrine  of  the 
Great  Spirit.  Wohelo  means  health. 

MRS.  PIXKHAM.  handing  taper,  etc.:  Will  you  light  the 
light  of  love? 

GIRL,  after  coming  forward,  etc. :  "I  light  the  light  of 
love,  for  Wohelo  means  love." 

"We  love  Love,  for  love  is  life,  and  light  and  joy  and 
sweetness.  And  love  is  comradeship  and  motherhood, 
and  fatherhood  and  all  dear  kinship.  Love  is  the  joy 
of  service  so  deep  that  self  is  forgotten.  Wohelo 
means  love." 

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The  girls  join  in  singing  "Wohelo  for  Aye." 
The  roll  call  follows.     The  girls  use  their  own  cere 
monial  names  (except  Esther  and  Elvira)  as  suggested 
above. 

MRS.  PINKHAM :     As  this  is  our  first  meeting,  there  isn't 
any  count  to  be  read.    I  appoint  Nevaclada  and — 

— to  write  the  count  for  next  time.     This  is 
our  first  council  fire,  and  as  guardian  I  want  to  tell 
you  what  the  Camp  Fire  means.     The  law  of  the  Camp 
Fire  you  all  know  : 
"Seek  beauty 
Give  service 
Pursue  knowledge 
Be  trustworthy 
Hold  on  to  health 
-Glorify    work 
Be  happy." 

Three  months  ago,  all  that  wouldn't  have  meant  any- 
thin'  to  me  except  so  many  words,  but  the  best  way 
to  understand  a  thing  is  to  see  it  worked  out.  And 
that's  what  I've  done.  When  our  little  Camp  Fire 
girl  came  to  us,  we  were  just  about  as  grouchy  and 
uncomfortable  a  family  to  live  with  as  could  be  found 
anywheres  about,  and  for  no  reason  in  the  world,  but 
that  we  had  shut  our  eyes  to  the  beauties  and  pleas 
ures  that  lay  within  our  reach.  Unconsciously  she 
has  opened  our  eyes  and  has  led  us  to  seek  beauty, 
to  give  service,  to  glorify  work  (the  very  same  work 
we  thought  was  such  a  hardship  then),  and  to  be 
happy  in  a  fine,  wholesome  way.  We  have  made  the 
•discovery  that  we  have  the  three  greatest  blessings 
on  earth — work,  health  and  love — and  we  wonder  now 
why  we  haven't  always  known  so  simple  a  truth.  I 
wrote  something  like  this  to  the  national  headquarters 
•when  I  sent  my  application.  I'll  read  their  answer : 

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Reading :  "Dear  Mrs.  Pinkham :  We  are  very  much 
interested  in  your  plans  for  a  Camp  Fire  group  and 
enclose  your  charter.  We  send  also  some  'Blue  Bird' 
literature  for  Martha,  and  have  spoken  with  some  of 
the  'Blue  Birds'  here  about  her.  They  are  going  to  ask 
her  to  become  a  corresponding  member  of  their  'nest'. 
We  are  delighted  with  what  you  say  of  your  little 
Minnehaha.  She  has  done  the  greatest  service  pos 
sible  for  the  Camp  Fire  Girls  by  carrying  their  ideals 
into  a  new  family  and  hence  into  a  community.  We 
c:in  never  fully  repay  that  service,  but  send  her  as  a 
token  of  our  appreciation  a  national  honor." 
Minnehaha,  by  authority  vested  in  me  as  Guardian  of 
the  Fire,  I  award  you  this  symbol  of  attainment.  It 
is  the  first  honor  awarded  in  our  Camp  Fire.  May 
there  be  many  others  to  follow  in  the  path  you  have 
blazed. 

ESTHER:  Oh,  Mrs.  Pinkham,  it's  lovely,  but  you  give 
me  too  much  credit.  You  don't  know  what  it's  been 
to  a  girl  brought  up  in  a  city  boarding  house  to  spend 
a  summer  out  in  the  big  country  and  to  live  in  a 
mily-truly  family  where  she  can  love  and  be  loved. 
Tonight  is  such  a  happy  ending  to  a  happy  summer, 
but  I  hate  to  think  that  it  is  the  end  and  that  I  have 
to  go  home  tomorrow. 

.!//•*.  rinlthnm  tiircs  her  the  honor,  leaning  over  and 
kixxituj  her.  At  <i  xignnl  from  Elvira  the  girls  rise 
a iid  sing  to  Esther  the  following  song  to  the  tune  of 

Jnnnltn  : 

Sadly  we're  singing, 
For  we're  loath  to  bid  adieu. 
Gladly  we're  bringing 
Pledge  of  friendship  true — 
For  distance  ne'er  can  sever 
Our  bond :  where'er  you  dwell 

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SPRUCE  CONE  AND  BUNCHBERRY 
Be   one    of   us   forever.      (Pause) 
Call  this  not  farewell! 
Listen,    Minnehaha ! 
Westward  turn  at  evenfall. 

Hear  us,  Minnehaha!    (Diminuendo  and  retard.} 
Hear  our  distant  call. 

CURTAIN 


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EQUIPMENT  FOR  CAMP  FIRE  GIRLS. 

The  new  catalogue  of  the  Camp  Fire  Outfitting 
Company  gives  illustrations  and  descriptions  of  the 
articles  endorsed  for  the  use  of  the  Camp  Fire  Girls. 

Besides  the  beads,  emblems,  ceremonial  dresses 
and  other  articles  used  exclusively  by  Camp  Fire 
Girls,  there  are  blouses,  skirts,  sweaters,  shoes,  hosiery 
and  other  things  that  are  desirable  not  only  for 
members  of  the  organization  but  for  all  other  girls 
as  well. 

Every  article  is  guaranteed  satisfactory  and  if, 
for  any  reason  whatever,  you  are  not  pleased  with 
anything  we  send  to  you,  you  are  at  perfect  liberty 
to  return  it  for  exchange  or  refund. 

A  catalogue  will  be  sent  to  any  one  upon  appli 
cation  without  charge. 

The  Camp  Fire  Outfitting  Company 

NEW   YORK   CITY 


THIS  BOOK  IS  DUE  ON  THE  LAST  DATE 
STAMPED  BELOW 

AN  INITIAL  FINE  OF  25  CENTS 

WILL  BE  ASSESSED  FOR  FAILURE  TO  RETURN 
THIS  BOOK  ON  THE  DATE  DUE.  THE  PENALTY 
WILL  INCREASE  TO  SO  CENTS  ON  THE  FOURTH 
DAY  ANP  TO  $1.OO  ON  THE  SEVENTH  DAY 
OVER  DUt. 


LD  21-100m-8,'34 


U.C.BERKELEY  LIBRARIES 


YB  31951 


